Popular opinion among most of his acquaintances notwithstanding, Benny wasn't entirely stupid. Impetuous, impatient, reckless on his better days - but not stupid, and certainly not interested in blowing a chance like this. He kept a fair distance to Edgeworth, taking the sort of brisk, but idle stroll that usually worked well enough to draw attention away from him.

The man was almost at his car when Benny scooped down to pick up a metal pipe from a pile of construction leftovers on the side of the alley. He weighted it in his hand briefly, and then jumped up and picked up his pace.

A few metres from Edgeworth, steps finally close and quick enough to become audible, he tightened his grip and shouted, "Hey, mister?"

And then he only gave the prosecutor a little more than one second to turn around before swinging the pipe at him like a baseball bat.